"Thank God he’s gone," Esmeralda breathed. Reversing the car back to the route she was going to take before he offered to drive her there. "Wait for me, Vanessa," she muttered, selecting a cool song on her playlist. She noticed a car following her in the mirror, and she stopped suddenly. He car zoomed off without waiting before she resumed her. "Brandon, you’ll never change!" she snarled. She pulled over at a restaurant in an enclosed and serene area. "Vanessa Silverrio," she mentioned to the waitress at the restaurant so she could get the table they reserved. Vanessa had told her she was waiting for her there, but she was nowhere in view. "Come with me, ma’am. He asked me to bring you here; you must be Esmeralda." The waitress asked courteously, confusing Esmeralda. "Wait—which man? I am here for a woman and not a man; what’s going on here?" Esmeralda alarmed. Hugging her bag more closely to her thighs. "The man said you would come to ask for Lady; she sent him—he’s over
~Life hasn’t been the same as I have been fighting for a while now.~I got the courage last night; at least I didn’t die a failure.~It’s too hard, and I am tired."This is perfect, boss," Andallio’s aide praised him. After examining the text and cleaning Andallio’s fingerprints from the cellphone, he hid it under his bed. To create the intuition that it slipped off his hands after he passed out. "The police will soon be here—who should we blame for leaking it online?"Andallio mounted on the bed. Peering into Herveaux’s cold body, which was covered from head to toe, "You should have just stayed back without interfering," he muttered."Get a maid; one of you should admit it; I shouldn’t be teaching you your job; get out!" He trolled, whizzing off the curtains in his way.He went back to the terrace with a teary eye, punching the rails and kicking them aggressively. "There’s no going back; I have come too far," he threshed, sweeping the droplets out of his eyes as the cops entered the
ARTURO."The last time I came here, hmmm—" he streched his head out of the car, breathing in the air in front of the glass house before driving in. "It smells like chaos in there; no more regulars," he muzzled as he got down. "Sorry, sir, you can’t go in; our boss has assigned visitors." The men at the gate stopped him. "I hate these guys so much—hmm, go tell him I am here." His face coiled as he mustered his courage to subdue his embarrassment. "Wait here, sir," they ordered him as they sent a message. Arturo felt really disappointed that they treated him that way. Don Soriano had never accepted, but it never got this far. The humiliation was one thing he promised never to accept again from anyone, no matter what."You can go in, boo—he said they are on the terrace." The man returned, ushering him up to the terrace. "And why are you following me?" he asked warily. " Just work with me, sir," the man responded. " FU**!" Arturo smirked, shaking his head. He got to the terrace, w
JORDAN. No one was around in the bungalow where Hailey resided with Jordan. He left Gold Inc. Prime and came back after dropping her off with her orders. "Hailey—Hailey," he arced, smoothening his beards as he went through her things carefully. "You’re smart; there are no traces left, and you still don’t trust me," he uttered, running his hands through all her files. "So smart, she almost got a hunch of the recorder I planted on my jacket," Jordan laughed, taking it off and hanging it inside her wardrobe. He dipped his hand inside his pocket and brought out the smart little recorder."Should I say she was careful? Or just lucky?" Jordan muzzled after listening for a couple of minutes, and she had no vital conversation.Manila—white coaster busHe paused and listened again. "Manila? And she probably saw a white coaster bus?" Jordan stood up, raking his brain. "I just need more time to get this blown," he mustered courageously. He heard the car honk, and he rushed to keep things
AT THE MANSION. "I’ll not get anything from them." Brandon sighed, leaving the glass house. "I don’t think you were planning on getting any boss; you just wanted to push them." Madrigal responded at the back of the car."When did you return?" Brandon asked him surprisedly to meet him, already waiting for him inside the car. He didn’t know he had returned after following Esmeralda. "Not too long, Torillio was there, and I guess Vanessa too; they’re hiding something," Madrigal responded. Brandon rubbed his palms on his face depressingly. He had too much on his plate as he got to solve one problem, then another resurfaced."I won’t let this let us down; we should go somewhere before going home," Brandon replied, driving by himself instead of Madrigal. Herveaux’s sudden suicide was immersed in his thoughts. "The bruises and olvido had a point; uncle Herveaux does calligraphy, and I believe his suicide note would be written, pen to paper," he thought out loud. "But who do you think
THE REUNION. The gates to Brandon’s flamboyant mansion were opened widely before Hailey’s Maybach drove in. "Are they expecting us?" she asked Esmeralda curiously. "How would I know? I haven’t spoken to any of them; don’t act cordial with me, please; if not, I’ll have second thoughts about this and the cop! Arrh," Esmeralda stamped her heels, disgusted by Hailey's gut. She brought Jordan Vera-Dona down with them to Brandon’s mansion. "I just wish none of this happened," she breathed, stepping out as Jordan opened the door for her before going to Hailey's."Welcome!" Brandon uttered form the top of the mansion with a clap and a welcoming smile. " This is getting more awkward, are you sure he doesn’t know we're coming?" Hailey asked Esmeralda again, repeatedly."I won’t repeat myself; play the ball; it’s all your idea," Esmeralda brawled. "Thank you." She turned down help from one of Brandon’s bodyguards, who offered to help her up the stairs. "I’ll help you," Jordan said, taki
Andallio met with the investigators, who were done investigating Herveaux’s murder. " So how did your investigation end?" he asked possessively. The higher-ranking officers with a smile were willing to surrender their tips and evidence, except for one young cop who refused to. "Which one of you brought this nincompoop here?" Andallio roared, tugging his hands on the young man’s neck. "Don’t mind him, sir; no matter what he says, I have ruled the case a suicide." The officer in no uniform stepped up. He looked older and had gray hair; he was most likely the one who led the team for their investigation."This is wrong, and it’s against the law!" The young officer reacted angrily. "He's quite an interesting man, so what happens when someone goes against the law?" Andallio asked mockingly. "Justice eventually catches up with them!" The young officers threatened. Andallio examined him disgustedly from the top of his head to his toe. "You’re the officer from yesterday, right? Yeah, you
AT THE MANSIONMadrigal’s hands frizzled as the sun rose up, faintly setting and shining upon his face as he was standing on the balcony on top of the building. "Madrigal—why did you act like that? You could just tell her you’re busy or have an update with Brandon." Nathalie snuggled up to him. "Stop—what happened back there shouldn’t be; this is all facade, and you know it," Madrigal said to her sternly. "I know, but I like you, and you know it," she said, still holding hands with him. "Forget about the kiss and what is wrong with Brandon; he’s taking this thing too seriously," Nathalie complained, rubbing her back against his broad chest. "Hailey is our only big enemy that’s left; once she's sealed out, everything gets solved," Madrigal said flawlessly. He checked the time on his golden wristwatch. "It’s almost 8:00 a.m.; where is Brandon?" Madrigal asked her. He left the dining room immediately after Esmeralda asked him to drive her out. "He’s downstairs explaining